The bird is fabulous for children. Short stories about birds
Stories to read in elementary school. Stories about a sparrow, a story about a smart titmouse, a story about a sparrow, a story about a swift.
Stories about birds by Nikolai Sladkov.
Nikolay Sladkov. winter debts
Sparrow chirped on a dunghill - and jumps! And the Crow-hag croaks with its nasty voice:
- What, Sparrow, rejoiced at, why did you chirp?
“The wings itch, Crow, the nose itches,” Sparrow replies. - Passion to fight hunting! And don't croak here, don't spoil my spring mood!
- I'll ruin it! - Crow does not lag behind. How can I ask a question!
- In scared!
- And I'll scare you. Did you peck crumbs in the garbage in the winter?
- Pecked.
- Did you pick up grain at the barnyard?
- Picked.
- Did you have lunch in the bird cafeteria near the school?
Thanks guys for feeding me.
- That's it! - Crow yells. - With what
Are you paying for all this? With your chirp-chirp?
- And I used one, or what? Sparrow was confused. - And the Tit was there, and the Woodpecker, and the Magpie, and the Jackdaw. And you, Crow, were...
- Don't confuse others! crows the Crow. - You answer for yourself. Borrowed - give back! Like all decent birds do.
- Decent, maybe they do, - Sparrow got angry. “But are you doing it, Crow?”
- I'll cry first! Do you hear the tractor plowing in the field? And after him, I choose all kinds of root beetles and root rodents from the furrow. And Magpie and Jackdaw help me. And looking at us, other birds are trying.
“You don’t vouch for others either!” - Sparrow rests. - Others may have forgotten to think.
But the Crow does not let up:
- And you fly and check!
Sparrow flew to check. He flew into the garden, where Titmouse lives in a new nest box.
- Congratulations on your new home! Sparrow says. - For joy, I suppose I forgot about the debts!
“I haven’t forgotten, Sparrow, that you are!” Sinitsa answers. - The guys treated me with delicious lard in the winter, and I will treat them with sweet apples in the fall. I guard the garden from codling moths and leafworms.
- For what need, Sparrow, did you fly into the forest to me?
“Yes, they demand payment from me,” Sparrow chirps. - And you, Woodpecker, how do you pay?
“I’m trying so hard,” Woodpecker answers. - I protect the forest from woodworms and bark beetles. I fight them without sparing my stomach! Even got fat...
“Look at you,” Sparrow thought. - I thought...
Sparrow returned to the dunghill and said to the Crow:
- Yours, hag, the truth! All for winter debts work out. Am I worse than others? How can I start feeding my chicks with mosquitoes, horseflies and flies! So that the bloodsuckers do not sting these guys! I'll pay back my debts!
He said so and let's jump up and chirp again on the dunghill. There is still free time. Until the sparrows hatch in the nest.
Nikolay Sladkov. Arithmetic titmouse
In spring, white-cheeked titmouse sing the loudest of all: they ring bells. In a different way and manner. Some people hear it like this: “Twice two, twice two, twice two!” And others whistle smartly: “Four-four-re-four!”
From morning to evening, titmouse crammed the multiplication table.
"Twice two, twice two, twice two!" some shout.
"Four-four-four!" others cheerfully answer.
Arithmetic titmouse.
Nikolay Sladkov. Sparrow Spring
Song under the window
In the spring, song masters sing in the forests and fields: nightingales, larks. People listen with bated breath. I know a lot of bird songs. I will hear - and immediately I will tell who sings. But now I didn't guess.
I woke up very early. Suddenly I hear: outside the window, behind the curtain, some kind of bird was brought in in the bushes. Then a voice, but so pleasant, as if two crystals had hit each other. And then just like a sparrow: “Chiv! Chiv!
A crystal - a sparrow, a sparrow - a crystal. Yes, everything is hot, everything is faster, everything is louder!
I went over in my memory all the bird songs - no, I had never heard such a song.
And the invisible bird is not appeased: with a crystal - a sparrow, a sparrow - with a crystal!
Here you can’t lie down under a warm blanket! I jumped up, pulled back the curtain and saw: an ordinary sparrow is sitting on a bush! Old friend! Chiv - Plucked Back of the Head. He flew all winter to my windowsill for crumbs. But now Chiv is not alone, but with a girlfriend. Girlfriend sits quietly and cleans feathers. And Chivu can't sit still. He chirps at the top of his lungs and, like a clockwork, jumps around his girlfriend from branch to branch - from step to step. Thin branches beat one against the other and ring like crystals. Because they ring, that rain water has frozen on them with thin icicles.
"Chiv!" - sparrow. "Ding!" - icicle.
And so it turns out well and well, she-she, no worse than the honored singers - Solovyov and larks.
sparrow nights
All winter the sparrow Chiv lived in an old chimney. The terrible winter nights dragged on for a long time: frost shot, the wind shook the chimney and poured ice grains from above. Chilled legs, frost grew on feathers.
great day
The sun is higher every day. Every night, at least for a sparrow's lope, but in short.
And then he came - the Great day: the sun rose so high that it looked to Chiv in a black pipe.
Icicle water
Icicles on the roofs. During the day, water drips from icicles. This is a special water - icicle. Chiv is very fond of icicle water. It will bend over from the ledge and deftly pick up with its beak an icicle droplet, similar to a droplet of the sun. After drinking water, Chiv starts jumping and chirping so desperately that passers-by stop, smile and say: “Come to life, smoking room!”
Cap! Cap!
The bushes were filled with water. On each branch of a garland of drops. A sparrow will sit down - a sparkling rain! He bends down to drink, and a drop from under his very nose - drip! Sparrow to the other, the other - cap!
Skok, skok sparrow, drip, drip droplets.
spring ringing
Got frost. Each wet branch was dressed in an ice case. The sparrow sat down on an inclined branch - and rolled down, as if from a hill. The titmouse also slipped - hung upside down. The crow flew off into the very thick of the boughs - now it made a ringing!
Retumble
News every day. There are insects in the air! Chiv took off from the roof in a column, grabbed a bug on the fly and, having made a somersault in the air, sank down onto the pipe. Chiv ate bugs and flies, and strange things began to happen to him. He suddenly grabbed his old friend Chirik by the scruff of the neck and began to pat him like a dog to a cat. Chirik yelled, jerked his legs, beat his wings. But Chiv ruffled him and ruffled him until he pulled out a tuft of feathers from him. They've been friends all winter. And they drank water from one icicle. And washed in the neighboring puddles. Only the water after Chirik became not black, but red. Because all winter Chirik slept in a crack in a brick chimney.
And now everything has gone upside down.
steps
The drooping willow branches look like green hair. There are nodules, nodules on each hair.
These are kidneys.
Raindrops roll down the branches, merrily jumping from bud to bud. So the guys jump down the stairs on one leg.
Willow sparkles and smiles.
Green butterflies
On the poplars, the buds strained and burst. From each bud, like a butterfly from a chrysalis, a green leaf hatched.
The sparrows perched on the branches and began to peck at sticky green butterflies. Help themselves; one eye up - is there a hawk, the other down - is the cat climbing?
Brawlers
From the icicle water and the sun, from the beetles and flies, from the fresh leaves, the sparrows were stunned. Fights here and there! Two will grapple on the roof - a dozen rush towards them. They cling to each other, flutter, shout and fall like a feathered garland from the roof onto the heads of passers-by.
song tree
In the evening, all sparrows - beaten and unbeaten - flock to a special tree - the tree of songs. They see off the day in a friendly chorus. So, with a song, they see off every day of spring.
Passers-by are happy to listen to the sparrow choir, smiling.
commotion
Chiv and his mate Chuka built the nest in a crack under the eaves. They lined it with feathers, hair, cotton wool, hay and rags. And Chuka brought a candy wrapper and two tram tickets: pink and blue. It turned out very comfortable. Chiv remembered his chimney and regretted that he had not guessed to meet Chuka earlier.
And suddenly - creak, creak, creak! In the cradle, a plasterer was climbing up to the eaves. He got up and with his spatula began to close up the cracks under the eaves.
What started here! All sparrows jump to him! They jump along the very edge of the roof, scolding the plasterer with all their voices. But the plasterer does not understand the sparrow language: he covers up the cracks and brushes off the sparrows with a spatula. And he threw away the nest of Chiva and Chuka. Feathers, cotton wool, hair, hay and rags flew in the wind. And the wrapper and tickets fell down.
Cradle house
Chiv and Chuka occupied the birdhouse. The wind swayed the pole, and their new house swayed along with the pole. Chiv was swayed and nodding. Chuka did not doze: she again carried feathers, cotton wool and dry blades of grass into the nest. And again she brought a candy wrapper and tram tickets.
Eviction
The owners of the birdhouse returned from the south - serious black starlings. Silently, working busily, they threw Chiva and Chuka out of the birdhouse, and finally their entire nest. Again, feathers, cotton wool, blades of grass, candy wrappers and tram tickets flew in the wind.
Petal blizzard
A blizzard is whistling. The white snow of apple petals flows through the streets. And there are whirlwinds in dead ends. White swirls from apple petals.
Once!
Heard Chiva. He sat at his old nest - on an abandoned old pipe. He sat and chirped in a voice that was not his own. Because he had a caterpillar sticking out in his beak, like a cigarette. And he chirped without opening his mouth, "through his teeth." Once!
Sparrow spring is over. Mouth full of trouble!
Nikolay Sladkov. Swift secret
Remember the fairy tale about Heinz? Heinz was such a lazy person that he even rested after sleeping. And, most importantly, nothing bad was done to him because of his laziness.
“Probably, there is no harm from laziness!” I decided.
And it turned out - it happens!
I love birds very much - I always mess around with them. My house is full of cells. And in the cages there are not some siskins, bullfinches or tap dancers. Snegirik siskins are a preschool stage for a bird lover. Any kid can keep them.
Our most tender birds live with me - kinglets, wrens, long-tailed titmouses. If you manage to withstand such, then you are a birder of the highest class!
That's what everyone thought I was. And I was honored and respected by all lovers. At a meeting, it used to be that they took off their hats and showed a finger in the back: “The connoisseur has gone!”
But suddenly a stranger comes to me. He looked at my birds and grinned:
- Kinglets and wrens - not the limit. The highest class is a swift! - and left.
It was a challenge. The next day I caught a swift. Catching them is easy. They lived in my own house, under the eaves.
Strizh did not eat or drink anything. Lying motionless at the bottom of the cage. I had to release.
Caught the second one. I drank this by force. He gave water exactly at those hours when freestyle swifts flew to the lake and from the flight, having broken their sharp wings over their backs, grabbed water with their beaks. I also force-fed the swift. He fed the same fly mosquitoes that he found in his mouth when he caught him. Swifts carry not one mosquito into the nest, but collect a whole lump of them in their mouths.
And I put the cage with the swift on the roof, in the fresh air. And he arranged a cave for him with a nest for the night. Everything is like freestyle swifts!
Swift ate, drank, restlessly climbed the net, and by morning he was so weak that he had to be released.
I then put two in a cage at once. Maybe they, like my kinglets and longtails, cannot live alone?
Had to be released a day later. Both were barely alive.
I love birds. And although I was bitter, I could no longer put swifts in a cage. I decided to unravel their secret on freestyle swifts. He tied a paper ribbon to the foot of the swift and released it. And he took binoculars, climbed onto the roof and began to follow.
Swift flew out to hunt at dawn. He flew to the bell tower, then to the factory chimney, then to the lake. And back - to feed the chicks. From the nest to the bell tower, from the bell tower to the chimney, from the chimney to the lake and back - five kilometers. The swift hunted until sunset. And it turned out that he flew more than five hundred kilometers in a day! And so after all every day!
I realized that even I, an old birder, could not withstand a swift in a cage. And you guys, and even more so!
Everyone knows that you can drive a horse. Even a hare can be driven if you chase it without a break. Falls, kicks up with its paws - and it's ready! It looks like a swift. Just the opposite. His heart, lungs, muscles - everything is adapted for a great flight. And suddenly - you can't! Suddenly - a cage! And the swift weakens and dies from ... rest.
Well, how can you not remember about the lazy Heinz? If he knew about swifts, he would be afraid to rest after sleep!
N. Sladkov "Polite Jackdaw"
I have many acquaintances among wild birds. I know one sparrow. He is all white - an albino. You can immediately distinguish him in a flock of sparrows: everyone is gray, but he is white.
I know forty. I distinguish this one by impudence. In winter, it used to be that people hung food out the window, so she would immediately fly in and ruffle everything.
But I noticed one jackdaw for her politeness.
There was a blizzard.
In early spring there are special blizzards - solar. Snow whirlwinds curl in the air, everything sparkles and rushes! Stone houses look like rocks. There is a snowstorm at the top, from the roofs, as from mountains, snowy waterfalls flow. Icicles from the wind grow in different directions, like a shaggy beard of Santa Claus.
And above the eaves, under the roof, there is a secluded place. There, two bricks fell out of the wall. In this recess, my jackdaw settled down. All black, only on the neck is a gray collar. The jackdaw basked in the sun, and even pecked at some tidbit. Cubby!
If I were that jackdaw, I wouldn't give up this place to anyone!
And suddenly I see another, smaller and dimmer in color, flying up to my big jackdaw. Jump-jump on the ledge. Wag your tail! She sat opposite my jackdaw and looked.
The wind flutters it - so it wrings its feathers, so it whips with white grits!
My jackdaw grabbed a piece of her beak - and walked out of the recess onto the cornice! I gave way to a stranger's warm place!
And someone else's jackdaw grabs a piece from my beak - and into her warm little place. She pressed someone else's piece with her paw - she pecks. Here is shameless!
My jackdaw on the ledge is under the snow, in the wind, without food. The snow cuts her, the wind wrings her feathers. And she, stupid, endures! Does not kick out the little one.
“Probably,” I think, “the alien jackdaw is very old, so they give way to her place. Or maybe this is a well-known and respected jackdaw? Or maybe she is small, but daring - a fighter. I didn't understand anything...
And recently I see: both jackdaws - mine and someone else's - are sitting side by side on an old chimney and both have twigs in their beaks.
Hey, they're building a nest! Here everyone will understand.
And the little jackdaw is not at all old and not a fighter. Yes, and she is not a stranger now. And certainly not respected by everyone.
And my friend big jackdaw is not a jackdaw at all, but a gal!
But still my friend gal is very polite. I see this for the first time.
M. Prishvin "Guys and ducklings"
A little wild duck, the whistling teal, finally decided to transfer her ducklings from the forest, bypassing the village, into the lake to freedom. In the spring, this lake overflowed far, and a solid place for a nest could be found only three miles away, on a hummock, in a marshy forest. And when the water subsided, I had to travel all three miles to the lake.
In places open to the eye of a man, a fox and a hawk, the mother walked behind, so as not to let the ducklings out of sight even for a minute. And near the forge, when crossing the road, she, of course, let them go forward. Here the guys saw them and threw their hats. All the time while they were catching ducklings, the mother ran after them with her beak open or flew several steps in different directions in the greatest excitement. The guys were just about to throw their hats on their mother and catch her like ducklings, but then I approached.
- What will you do with the ducklings? I asked the guys sternly.
They got scared and answered:
- Let's go.
- Here's something "let go"! I said very angrily. Why did you have to catch them? Where is mother now?
- He's sitting there! - the guys answered in unison.
And they pointed me to a close mound of a fallow field, where the duck really sat with its mouth open from excitement.
“Quickly,” I ordered the guys, “go and return all the ducklings to her!”
They even seemed to rejoice at my order and ran with the ducklings up the hill. The mother flew off a little and, when the guys left, she rushed to save her sons and daughters. In her own way, she said something quickly to them and ran to the oat field. Ducklings ran after her - five pieces. And so through the oat field, bypassing the village, the family continued their journey to the lake.
Joyfully, I took off my hat and, waving it, shouted:
— Good luck, ducklings!
The guys laughed at me.
“What are you laughing at, fools? I said to the guys. “Do you think it’s so easy for ducklings to get into the lake?” Quickly take off all your hats, shout "goodbye"!
And the same hats, dusty on the road while catching ducklings, rose into the air; All the children shouted at once:
- Goodbye, ducklings!
M. Prishvin "Zhurka"
Once we had it, we caught a young crane and gave it a frog. He swallowed it. Gave another - swallowed. The third, fourth, fifth, and then we didn’t have more frogs at hand.
- Clever! my wife said and asked me:
How much can he eat? Ten maybe?
“Ten,” I say, “maybe.”
- What if it's twenty?
“Twenty,” I say, “hardly...
We clipped the wings of this crane, and he began to follow his wife everywhere. She is milking a cow - and Zhurka is with her, she is in the garden - and Zhurka needs to go there, and also goes to field collective farm work with her, and for water. The wife got used to him as to her own child, and without him she is already bored, nowhere without him. But only if it happens - he is not there, only one thing will shout: "Frou-frou", and he runs to her. Such a smart one!
This is how the crane lives with us, and its clipped wings keep growing and growing.
Once the wife went down to the swamp for water, and Zhurka followed her. A small frog sat by the well and jumped from Zhurka into the swamp. Zhurka is behind him, and the water is deep, and you can’t reach the frog from the shore. Mach-mach wings Zhurka and suddenly flew. The wife gasped - and after him. Mah-mah with his hands, but he can't get up. And in tears, and to us: “Ah, ah, what a grief! Ahah!" We all ran to the well. We see - Zhurka is far away, sitting in the middle of our swamp.
— Fru fru! I shout.
And all the guys behind me are also shouting: “Fru-fru!”
And so smart! As soon as he heard this our “frou-frou”, now he flapped his wings and flew in. Here the wife does not remember herself for joy, she tells the guys to run after the frogs as soon as possible. This year there were a lot of frogs, the guys soon scored two caps. The guys brought frogs, began to give and count. They gave five - swallowed, gave ten - swallowed, twenty and thirty ... Yes, and so he swallowed forty-three frogs at a time.
L. Voronkova "Swans and Geese"
Suddenly grandfather stopped digging, tilted his head to one side and listened to something.
Tanya asked in a whisper:
— What is there?
Do you hear the swans trumpeting?
Tanya looked at her grandfather, then at the sky, then again at her grandfather and smiled:
“Well, do swans have a trumpet?”
- What a pipe! Grandpa laughed. “It’s just that they scream so long, that’s why they say they trumpet. Well, do you hear?
Tanya listened. Indeed, somewhere high, high, distant drawling voices were heard.
“You see, they are flying home from over the sea,” said grandfather. - How they communicate. No wonder they are called whoopers. And over there, they flew past the sun, they became visible ... See?
- See see! Tanya was delighted. - They fly with a rope. Maybe they'll sit somewhere?
“No, they won’t sit down here,” grandfather said thoughtfully, “they flew home!”
- How - home? Tanya was surprised. - Don't we have a house?
“Well, they don’t have a home, then.
Tanya was offended:
- Swallows - a home, larks - a home, starlings - a home ... And they don't have a home?
“And their house is closer to the north. There, they say, there are many swamps and lakes in the tundra. There they nest, where it is quieter, where there is more water.
“Do we have enough water for them?” There is a river, there is a pond ... After all, it’s better with us anyway!
“Whoever was born where, he came in handy there,” said grandfather. “To each his own is better.
At that moment the geese came out of the yard, stopped in the middle of the street, raised their heads and fell silent.
“Look, grandfather,” Tanya whispered, tugging at his sleeve, “and our geese are also listening to swans!” No matter how they flew into the tundra!
- Where are they! grandfather said. - Our geese are heavy on the rise! And he started digging again.
The swans fell silent in the sky, disappeared, melted into the distant blue. And the geese cackled, creaked, and waddled along the street. And the goose tracks were clearly imprinted on the damp road in triangles.
V. Veresaev "Brother"
At the corner of my dacha stood a tub full of water. Nearby is an elderberry bush. On an elder tree sat side by side two young sparrows, still very young, with fluff showing through their feathers, with bright yellow sinuses at the edges of their beaks. One briskly and confidently fluttered to the edge of the tub and began to drink. He drank - and kept looking at the other and calling to each other in his own ringing language. Another - a little smaller - was sitting on a branch with a serious look and cautiously squinting at the tub. And apparently he wanted to drink - his beak was gaping from the heat.
And suddenly I saw clearly: that one, the first one, had already been drunk for a long time and was simply encouraging the other by his example, showing that there was nothing terrible here. He continuously jumped along the edge of the tub, lowered his beak, grabbed water and immediately dropped it from his beak, and looked at his brother - called him. The brother on the branch made up his mind, flew to the tub. But as soon as he touched the damp, green edge with his paws, he immediately fluttered frightened back onto the elderberry. And he began to call him again.
And finally got it. The brother flew over to the tub, sat down uncertainly, fluttering his wings all the time, and got drunk. Both flew away.
V. Bianchi "Foundling"
The boys ruined the heater's nest, broke her testicles. Naked, blind chicks fell out of broken shells.
Only one of the six testicles I managed to take away from the boys whole.
I decided to save the nestling hidden in it.
But how to do that?
Who will bring him out of the egg?
Who will feed?
I knew nearby the nest of another bird, the chiffchaff. She just laid her fourth testicle.
But will the mockery accept a foundling? The wheatear egg is pure blue. It is larger and does not look like mocking testicles at all: they are pink with black dots. And what will happen to the wheatear chick? After all, he is about to emerge from the egg, and little chuckles will hatch out only in another twelve days.
Will mockery feed a foundling?
The mocking nest was placed on a birch so low that I could reach it with my hand.
When I approached the birch, the chuckle flew off the nest. She fluttered along the branches of neighboring trees and whistled plaintively, as if begging not to touch her nests.
I put a blue egg to her raspberry ones, walked away and hid behind a bush.
The mingling did not return to the nest for a long time. And when, finally, she flew up, she did not immediately sit down in it: it was clear that she was looking at someone else's blue egg with distrust.
But still, she sat in the nest. So, she took someone else's egg. The foundling became a foster child.
But what will happen tomorrow when the little wheatear hatches from the egg?
When I approached the birch the next morning, a spout was sticking out on one side of the nest, and a laughing tail on the other.
When she flew off, I looked into the nest. There were four pink testicles and next to them a naked, blind chick of a wheatear.
I hid and soon saw how a mocking caterpillar in its beak flew in and put it in the mouth of a little wheatear.
Now I was almost sure that the laughing would feed my foundling.
Six days have passed. Every day I approached the nest and every time I saw the beak and tail of the mockingbird sticking out of the nest.
I was very surprised how she keeps up and feed the heater and incubate her eggs.
I quickly moved away so as not to interfere with her in this important matter.
On the seventh day, neither the beak nor the tail stuck out above the nest.
I thought, “It's over! The mocking has left the nest. The little Kamenka starved to death."
But no, there was a live wheatear in the nest. She slept and did not even pull her head up, did not open her mouth: it means she was full.
She has grown so much during these days that she covered with her little body the pink testicles that were barely visible from under her.
Then I guessed that the adopted child thanked his new mother: with the warmth of his body, he warmed her testicles - hatched her chicks.
So it was.
Mocking fed the adopted child, the adopted child hatched her chicks.
He grew up and flew out of the nest in front of my eyes.
And just by this time, the chicks hatched from pink eggs.
Mocking began to feed her own chicks and fed them well.
Issues for discussion
Who is N. Sladkov's story "The Polite Jackdaw" about?
Why did the jackdaw give up its warm spot to another bird?
Listen to the story of M. Prishvin "Guys and ducklings." Can we call this work a fairy tale? Why? (There are no fairy-tale characters in it and no miracles happen.) Can you say that this is a poem? (No, there is no melody, melodiousness in it, the endings of words in the lines do not rhyme, it does not differ in figurativeness.) Who is this story about? Why did the teal duck end up on the road? Where did she go with the ducklings? Why do you think the guys started catching ducklings? How did the duck behave at this time? (She ran after them with her beak open or flew in different directions in the greatest excitement.) Why was she so worried? Who saved the ducklings? What did the duck do when the ducklings were returned to her? How did the story end? What has the author taught you?
About whom is the story of M. Prishvin "Zhurka"? Why is it called that? How did a young crane get to people? Could he fly when his wings were clipped? What did he start doing? How did the hunter's wife call him to her? Tell me what happened when the crane grew clipped wings. How did the story end? Who do you like in the story? Why?
What do you know about swans? What are these birds? Where do they live? And what are geese? Do swans fly away for the winter? When do they return home? Do domestic geese fly south? Listen to how L. Voronkova tells about domestic geese and about swans returning from across the sea to her home. What can you say about how swans cry? Why does Grandpa compare their cry to the sound of a trumpet? So what are the swans doing? (They shout, trumpet, call to each other.) What is another name for swans? Where do the swans fly? Why? Can geese fly into the tundra?
About whom is the story of V. Veresaev "Brother"? What were the sparrows? (Young, small, with fluff showing through feathers.) Were they similar or different? Which of the sparrows did you like more? Why? What was the first sparrow? (Brave, courageous, lively, self-confident.) And what was the second sparrow like? (Shy, timid, cowardly, timid, cautious.) Tell me how the sparrow called his little brother to drink water.
K. D. Ushinsky "Alien testicle"
Old Darya got up early in the morning, chose a dark, secluded place in the chicken coop, put a basket there, where thirteen eggs were laid out on soft hay, and planted a Corydalis on them. It was a little light, and the old woman did not see that the thirteenth testicle was greenish and smaller than the others. The chicken sits diligently, warms the testicles; she runs off to peck grains, drink some water, and then back to her place: she even faded, poor thing. And how angry she became: hissing, quacking, not even letting the cockerel come up, and he really wanted to look into what was happening there in a dark corner. The chicken sat for about three weeks, and the chickens began to peck out of the testicles one after another: they peck the shell with their nose, jump out, shake themselves off and begin to run, rake the dust with their legs, look for worms.
Later than all hatched a chicken from a greenish egg. And how strange he came out, round, fluffy, yellow, with short legs, with a wide nose. “A strange chicken came out of me,” the chicken thinks, “and it pecks, and it doesn’t walk in our way; the nose is wide, the legs are short, some kind of clubfoot, rolls from foot to foot. The hen marveled at her chick, but whatever it was, it was all a son. And the chicken loves and protects him, like the others, and if she sees a hawk, then, fluffing up her feathers and spreading her round wings wide, she hides her chickens under herself, not making out what kind of legs someone has.
The chicken began to teach the children how to dig worms out of the ground, and took her whole family to the shore of the pond: there are more worms and the earth is softer. As soon as the short-legged chicken saw the water, he rushed straight into it. The chicken screams, flaps its wings, rushes to the water; the chickens are also alarmed: they run, fuss, squeak; and one frightened cockerel even jumped up on a pebble, stretched out his neck and for the first time in his life yelled in a hoarse voice: “Ku-ku-re-ku!” Help, they say, good people, brother is drowning! But the brother did not drown, but merrily and lightly, like a piece of cotton paper, floated on the water, raking in the water with his wide, webbed paws. At the cry of a chicken, old Daria ran out of the hut, saw what was happening, and shouted: “Oh, what a sin! It can be seen that I blindly put a duck egg under the chicken.
And the chicken was rushing to the pond: the poor could be driven away by force.
Listen to the story of K. D. Ushinsky “Alien testicle”. Were all the testicles on which the hen sat the same? What was the chick from the greenish egg? How was he different from other chickens? What did this strange chicken do when he saw the pond? Why did the chicken begin to scream, rush to the pond? Who was this strange chicken? Who did you like the most in the story?
K. D. Ushinsky "Cockerel with his family"
A cockerel walks around the yard: a red comb on its head, a red beard under its nose. Petya's nose is a chisel, Petya's tail is a wheel; patterns on the tail, spurs on the legs. With his paws, Petya rakes a pile, calls the hens with chickens: “Chicken-Crested chickens! Busy hostesses! Spotted-ryabenkie! Black and white! Get together with the chickens, with the little guys: I have a grain in store for you!
The hens and chicks gathered and cackled; they didn’t share a grain - they fought.
Petya the cockerel does not like riots - now he has reconciled his family: that one for a crest, that one for a tuft, he ate a grain himself, flew up on the wattle fence, waved his wings, yelled ku-ka-re-ku at the top of his voice!
Questions to discuss with children
How does K. D. Ushinsky describe the cockerel in his story “The Cockerel with the Family”? What comb does he have, what beard, what nose, what tail? What's on a rooster's tail? What patterns on the tail can a cockerel have? What's on a rooster's legs? How does a rooster call his family? How does a cockerel put things in order in his family? Did you like the rooster? Draw it. What will the cockerel have the brightest, most beautiful?
M. Zoshchenko "Smart bird"
One boy was walking in the forest and found a nest. And in the nest sat tiny naked chicks. And they squeaked.
They were probably waiting for their mother to fly in and feed them worms and flies.
Here the boy was delighted that he had found such nice chicks, and he wanted to take one to bring him home.
As soon as he stretched out his hand to the chicks, when suddenly from a tree, like a stone, some feathered bird fell at his feet.
She fell and lay in the grass.
The boy wanted to grab this bird, but it jumped a little, jumped on the ground and ran off to the side.
Then the boy ran after her. “Probably,” he thinks, “this bird has hurt its wing, and therefore it cannot fly.”
As soon as the boy approached this bird, and she again jumped, jumped on the ground and again ran back a little.
The boy follows her again. The bird flew up a little and again sat down in the grass.
Then the boy took off his hat and wanted to cover the bird with this hat.
As soon as he ran up to her, she suddenly fluttered and flew away.
The boy was directly angry with this bird. And he went back as soon as possible to take at least one chick for himself.
And suddenly the boy sees that he has lost the place where the nest was, and cannot find it in any way.
Then the boy realized that this bird had deliberately fallen from the tree and purposely ran along the ground in order to take the boy away from its nest.
Questions to discuss with children
What birds do you know? Where do birds build their nests? Why?
Did you like M. Zoshchenko's story? What is it called? Who do you like more in the story - the boy or the bird? Why? Tell how the boy found the nest on the ground. Why was he happy? How did the bird manage to save her chicks?
I. S. Turgenev "Sparrow"
I was returning from hunting and walking along the alley of the garden. The dog ran ahead of me.
Suddenly she shortened her steps and began to creep; as if sensing prey before him.
I looked along the alley and saw a young sparrow with yellow around the beak and down on the head. He fell from the nest (the wind shook the birches of the alley strongly) and sat motionless, helplessly spreading his barely sprouting wings.
My dog was slowly approaching him, when suddenly, breaking down from a nearby tree, an old black-breasted sparrow fell like a stone in front of her very muzzle - and all disheveled, distorted, with a desperate and pitiful squeak, jumped twice in the direction of a toothy, open mouth.
He rushed to save, he shielded his offspring with himself ... but his whole little body trembled with horror, his voice grew wild and hoarse, he froze, he sacrificed himself!
What a huge monster the dog must have seemed to him! And yet he could not sit on his high, safe branch ... A force stronger than his will threw him out of there.
My Trezor stopped, backed away... Apparently, he also recognized this power.
I hurried to call the embarrassed dog away and left, reverent.
Yes, don't laugh. I was in awe of that little heroic bird, of its love impulse.
Love, I thought, is stronger than death and the fear of death. Only it, only love keeps and moves life.
Issues for discussion
Listen to the story of I. S. Turgenev "Sparrow". Who is this story about? Who did the dog see? Tell me what kind of sparrow it was. Was it an old or young sparrow? What happened to him?
What was the dog doing when it smelled the sparrow? Who saved a young sparrow from a big dog? What did the old sparrow do? Was he scared? And why did he rush to protect his cub? How did the story end? Who do you like the most in the story? Why?
K. D. Ushinsky "Swallow"
The killer swallow did not know peace, flew day and day, dragged straw, sculpted with clay, forked a nest. She made a nest for herself: she carried testicles. She inflicted testicles: she does not leave the testicles, she is waiting for the children. I sat out the children: the children squeak, they want to eat. The killer swallow flies all day long, does not know peace: it catches midges, feeds crumbs.
The inevitable time will come, the children will fledge, they will all fly apart, beyond the blue seas, beyond the dark forests, beyond the high mountains. The Killer Swallow does not know peace: all day long it prowls - looking for cute children.
Issues for discussion
Listen to the story of K. D. Ushinsky "Swallow". Why does the swallow fly all day long, does not know peace? What did the swallow do? What is the name of the swallow in the story? How do you understand the words: "The time will come, the chicks will fledge ..."?
N. Romanova "Smart Crow"
When I now walk down the street, I look carefully at the birds that sit on the fences or run along the paths. Therefore, I immediately noticed the crow, about which I will now tell. She was extraordinary. Ravens are generally different from other birds. They are like "scientists" among them. The head is large, the beak is important. And they walk, not jump like sparrows.
The crow I saw seemed to me to have a broken wing. And suddenly I see a cat coming out of the basement. The cat's eyes are cunning, she sees everything, understands everything.
Now, I think, I will see how birds and cats live in the wild.
Here, next to the cat, sparrows jump, but the cat does not pay attention to them. Of course, because this cat is a yard cat, it’s not like my Kotka - it won’t chase birds in vain. She knows that no matter how many birds jump around, it is still very difficult to catch them.
Another thing is a crow with a broken wing. This crow can be caught. I look, the cat crouched to the ground and began to sneak. Only the crow sees the cat too, and this is what she came up with: the crow comes straight to me, they say, protect, don’t give offense, drive the cat away. Then the cat realized that I would not let her catch a crow, stopped sneaking and pretended that she did not need a crow at all.
It can be seen that all cats know how to let indifference on themselves! After all, my Kotka made exactly the same indifferent look when he wanted me to leave him and the canary Vanechka together.
And the crow began to climb the tree. Jump, jump, the sick wing interferes, but quietly, calmly, higher and higher ... climbed a tree, settled comfortably among the branches and sits there, dozing. In a dream, all diseases disappear. Maybe the crow, when it wakes up, will already be healthy.
Issues for discussion
What does a crow look like? What color is she? What does a crow eat? How does a crow cry? Where can you most often meet a crow: in a city or in a forest?
Did you like N. Romanova's story "Smart Crow"? Who is this story about? How are ravens different from other birds? What was unusual about this crow? Who wanted to catch a crow with a broken wing? How did the cat behave when she saw the crow? What did the crow come up with to escape the cat? Who do you like in this story: a cat or a crow?
V. Bianchi "Rooks opened the spring"
Large flocks of rooks appeared everywhere in the villages. Rooks spent the winter in the south of our country. They were in a hurry to us to the north - to their homeland. Along the way, they often fell into severe snowstorms. Dozens, hundreds of birds were exhausted and died on the way.
The strongest flew first. Now they are resting. They importantly walk along the roads and pick the ground with their strong noses ...
Issues for discussion
What birds arrive in our area in the very first spring? Where do they spend the winter? Listen to V. Bianchi's story about rooks. What happened to the rooks on the way? Which rooks flew first? What are they doing now? What are rooks looking for in the ground?
An entertaining tale about wintering and migratory birds"How Sparrow searched for Africa", and also funny educational films for kids about migratory and wintering birds, pictures and speech games.
like a sparrow looking for Africa
— Dear mothers, fathers, grandparents, teachers! I recommend this fairy tale and divide your "home" or "not home" activities, conversations or games with children on it into two parts. And not read these parts of the tale one after another in one day, and take a break for several days. Why?
And our task is completely different - to arouse interest in knowledge, to develop the child's abilities! And for this, the child needs not just a computer monitor, but the main figure - an intermediary - an adult who will help to see the relationships in the film, comprehend them, take a fresh look at known facts, be surprised by them, build perspectives for the future - what else do I want to know And what else do I want to learn. Without communication with you, the child will not be able to do this, which means that another opportunity will be missed in his advancement and development.
—When reading the first part of the fairy tale about migratory birds, it will be good if you show the countries to which birds fly on a map or on a globe. To make it easier for the baby to estimate the distance that migratory birds cover, show him the distance to those cities and places where he has already been and where he traveled by train or flew by plane. Birds most often fly much further than these places, and in fact they have neither a train nor an airplane, but only wings. And they fly in any weather!
Section 1. Introduction to the fairy tale about birds. Meet Chick the Sparrow
Today I want to introduce you to my friend. And here he is. Do you hear?
"Hello guys. Nice to meet you. My name is Chic. My surname is Chirik. That's why everyone calls me Chik-Chirik. Mom and dad tell me that when I grow up, everyone will call me in an adult way, by my first name - patronymic - Chik Chirikych Chirik. You probably guessed what I like to do most of all? Of course, to sit on a branch and sing funny songs: “Chick-chirp, chirp-chirp, chirp-chirikich, chirp-chirp.”
You must have seen me on the street when walking with mom and dad. I am a small bird, gray, cheerful, agile and very nimble. I jump from place to place all the time. Yes, I still love to jump. But I don’t like to walk and I don’t know how. I have short legs, it is more convenient for me to jump than to walk.
They even wrote a riddle about me.”
Guess who I am? I am a little Sparrow. The riddle specifically says about the boy so that you would not guess that I am a bird. Like I'm a boy. When I grow up, they will call me "Sparrow". In the meantime, I’m small, my mother is a sparrow and my father is a sparrow, they affectionately call me “sparrow”. And you try to guess what they say.
Speech exercise "Call me affectionately"
Formation of words with diminutive suffixes
- They say that when I grow up I will have wings. In the meantime, I have small - ...? (Wings).
- When I grow up, I will have a beak. And now I have a small ...? (beak).
- When I become an adult sparrow, I will have big eyes, and now I have small ones ... ? Eyes. I will have big feathers, and now I have small ones - ... ? (Feathers)
- When I get big, I will have a head, and now I have ... ? (Head, head).
- When I become a big sparrow, I will have a big tail, and now I have a small one ... ? (tail)
- I love making up stories. Here is one of my fairy tales about our chick-chirch sparrow life.
Part 2. Migratory birds
2.1. Where do migratory birds fly in autumn?
Yes, I lived in the summer, did not grieve. And then suddenly autumn came, it became cold. Grandfather - a sparrow told me that in autumn the birds fly to Africa. It is warm there, there is a lot of food and there they spend the winter. How I longed to find this Africa too and take a look at it at least with one eye! So I decided to fly to Africa and jumped to look for it. I think: it's a simple matter to get to Africa. Now I will find migratory birds and fly with them.
Jump jump, jump jump, chirp chirp, chirp chirp. And then I see - starlings they gathered in a flock, discussing something, they are going to fly south. They hold the council - they decide who will fly for whom. And they talk to each other interestingly, as if they say “so-so”, “so-so”, “but now it’s not like that”, “like this”! How amazing! Now I’ll ask them about Africa and I’ll fly to Africa with them!
“Take me to Africa with you!” I say. And the oldest starling answers me:
We don't fly to Africa! We are going to Turkmenistan. It's also warm in winter. Our kids will fly first. They fly slowly, so they fly out first. And then we are old people. We fly fast and catch up with them. You ask other birds, maybe one of them flies to Africa?
Why are you leaving for the winter?
- There is no food here. It's warm and there's plenty of food. Because of the food and fly! That's when spring comes, we'll be back.
- And how will we - sparrows live in winter?
So you have food - fly to the village or to the city, there you will feed yourself on crumbs.
“Well, okay,” I think. “I’ll jump, fly, chirp further. Maybe I’ll find some other fellow travelers.”
Then a bird flew up to me - lentils and asks: “Where are you going, Vorobishko? Why are you fussing today, jumping and flying and chirping with everyone? Lentil is the name of this bird. It even turns out smoothly as in verse: a bird is a lentil! I love. And you?
“Yes, I want to fly to Africa, I’m looking for fellow travelers, otherwise it’s too cold here. Will you take me with you?"
“But we don’t fly to Africa as lentil birds and we don’t know the way there. We are flying to India for the winter. We'll spend the winter warm there and come back."
- Chick-chirki, hello! Can I fly to Africa with you?
“Yes, we don’t fly to Africa for the winter,” the ducks answered. - We are flying closer to Europe in all directions - some to England, some to France, some to Holland. There, of course, not Africa, but warmer than here. We cannot stay here. Soon all the rivers and lakes will freeze over - how can we live here? But as spring comes, the ice melts, so we will return.
“Yes ... I’ll have to look for other fellow travelers,” I thought, and jumped further. The grain pecked and flew off to look for fellow travelers.
Who is sitting on the branch? My grandfather, a sparrow, just told about them that they fly to Africa for the winter and live well there in the winter!
- Aunt Cuckoo! Aunt Cuckoo!
- Here is the news! Sparrows! Why did you come here? I'm already planning to fly to Africa.
- Aunt Cuckoo! Take me to Africa with you! I can fly!
How can I take you with me? We cuckoos never fly to Africa together. Only one. We don't even take our kids with us. First, we will fly away ourselves, but they will stay here - they are still fed by their parents, to whom we threw a cuckoo. And time will pass, and after us, our grown-up cuckoos fly to Africa. And also one by one.
- And how do cuckoos know the way?
“And this is our secret. Nobody knows her. And you find other birds that fly in a flock to Africa. They will take you with them.
Here is a flock of birds warblers Yes flycatchers. You have already guessed why flycatchers are called so: flycatchers are dexterous. Because they…? That's right, they catch flies! And not only flies, but also other insects. They are definitely flying to Africa.
- Where are you going?
— To Africa.
- Hooray! I want to go to Africa too! Where is this Africa?
— Far beyond the sea. Very far. It takes a lot of strength to reach her.
- Take me with you. What is the sea? Can I fly over it?
- Can you fly at night?
No, I sleep at night.
We only fly at night. Otherwise, the hawks will catch us, and the falcons will catch us. And you don't even have to fly with us. We are migratory birds, and you are a wintering bird. You need to winter here. Flying is a very dangerous business. Hurricanes, cold rains, and predators are waiting for us ahead. In the fog, you can go astray or crash against the rocks. Not all of us will return here in the spring. Yes, and in the winter we don’t sing songs, we don’t make nests. This is how we will return back in the spring - then we will sing songs for you, and we will bring out the chicks. If there were flies here in winter, bugs for other insects for food, we would have stayed here, we would not have flown. And here we have nowhere to go - we have to fly. Here we will die of hunger in winter.
“Oh, and why can’t I fly at night,” I was upset. I wouldn't be afraid of danger. We sparrows are very brave! I'll have to stay and look for my Africa here. I'll go and ask the wintering birds - where is our Africa? And where do they bask and feed in winter?
In the meantime, Chick-Chirik Sparrow goes to the forest to look for wintering birds, let's look into a cheerful forest school and, together with fairy-tale heroes, find out other forest news and see what other birds are migratory, how and where they travel.
2.2. Entertaining educational film for children about migratory birds
Together with the fairy-tale heroes the wolf cub, the cat and the mouse, the kids will go to the forest school and learn a lot of interesting things about migratory birds:
- What birds are migratory and why are they called that?
- Why do birds fly away from us in autumn?
- Do the chicks fly away?
- Do birds have their own school with lessons?
- Do birds rest during the flight?
- What is the difference between a flock and a wedge?
- Which bird flies to Africa?
- Who is the champion among migratory birds?
- How do scientists study migratory birds? How do they know where the birds fly to?
Talk to your child after watching the movie. Ask him questions about the content of the film (the questions given above will help you with this), ask him what he liked most about it, what surprised him the most, what else he wants to know about migratory birds. Try to find answers to your child's questions in an encyclopedia or on the Internet.
Tell your child that when people did not yet know how to study nature and birds, they often made mistakes. For example, more than 200 years ago, there lived a naturalist who believed that birds fly away in the fall ... you will never guess where :). To the moon!!! And that they go into hibernation there, and in the spring they return from the moon. But now, thanks to scientists, people know exactly where each bird flies. Think about how scientists find out. If the kid missed this fragment in the movie, you can watch it again, using pauses if necessary.
Section 3. Wintering birds
3.1. Meet the winter birds
Uffff, I finally got to Aunt Partridge. She probably winters with us and knows where our Africa is, where you can warm yourself in winter.
— Aunt Partridge, Hello. Our Chik-chirik to you and greetings from my mother Chiriki and from my father Chirikych. Are you a winter bird? Are you flying anywhere?
- And how, wintering, of course. I'm not flying anywhere. I live here in the winter. And why should I leave. I'm fine here!
- How do you live in frosts, are you cold and hungry? Perhaps you have found Africa here?
— Africa? Why do we need Africa? We - partridges - are not at all cold! By winter we become white as snow. You can't see us in the snow. We are very pleased with this! And our new winter white feathers are much warmer than summer pockmarked feathers, and that's why we don't get cold. And here's what else we - partridges came up with. We make mugs on our paws for the winter - such snowshoes. It is like real ski poles for us, in such snowshoes - mugs it is so convenient to walk in the snow! And we don't even fall through the snow! And we get food from under the snow with claws. Why do we need to fly somewhere if we feel good here too! So I don't know where your Africa is! And I don't want to know!
How can I live in winter? I don’t have white winter feathers and I don’t have snowshoes on my paws either. Will have to ask someone else. I flew further. I see a parrot sitting on a branch! Not a real, but a northern parrot. That's what we call crossbills.
- Jumping gallop! Chick-chirp! Hello, cleft! How are you? Do you dream of Africa?
- I live well. There are a lot of cones around, my house is a warm nest. The chicks will appear in winter, we will feed them with spruce porridge from cones. What else do you need? Come to live with us on the spruce - you will also eat cones.
- Thanks for the invitation! Yes, with my beak, I won’t gnaw a bump - I’ll stay hungry. I will fly further to look for my Africa. Someone seems to be ahead and has already noticed me. Oh, how big and scary must be! I'll fly - I'll get to know you.
- Chick-chirp. And who are you?
- I'm a hazel grouse.
- Uncle Ryabchik, how do you winter? Why didn't they fly to the southern countries?
"Why should I fly away?" Here I have a fluffy warm snow blanket - I sleep under the snow.
- And what will you eat in the winter?
- And we are smart birds, we swallow tiny pebbles, they grind any food inside us. So we won’t stay hungry - we’ll eat both needles and buds from branches in winter. And you can live with us in the winter - eat pebbles, climb under the snow.
- No, uncle hazel grouse. I won’t climb under the snow and I won’t eat pebbles. This is not a sparrow business. I’ll fly further on my own - to look for sparrow Africa. Maybe I'll find Africa at the capercaillie.
- Grandfather Capercaillie! Hello!
- I can't hear anything. You speak louder!
- Hello, grandfather Capercaillie! Do you know where we have Africa in winter, where you can warm yourself in cold and frost?
- How not to know? I know of course.
- Will you tell me?
I'll tell you and show you. Africa with us - in the wood grouse in a snowdrift! You won't find better Africa!
- What is Africa like if the snow is cold?
- It's cold snow on top, but inside the snowdrift it's warm and cozy. We are resting in a snowdrift. Sometimes we sit in it for three days.
- And how do you eat?
We don't eat much in winter. On foot we will reach the trunk of a tree, fly up to a branch, and eat pine needles. Let's eat enough - and again - dive - and into the snow. Let's go under the snow a little forward so that they don't find us and sleep in peace and warmth. And you come to us - we will find a place for you in a snowdrift.
- Thank you, only we - sparrows - do not sleep in a snowdrift. We must have a different Africa.
Want to know if Sparrow has found his Africa? Of course I did. Here's what!
Cold, cold! .. The sun does not warm.
To Africa, to Africa, birds, hurry!
It's hot in Africa! In winter, as in summer,
In Africa, you can walk naked!
Everyone flew over the blue sea ...
Only one Chik-chirik on the fence.
Sparrows jump from branch to branch -
Looking for Africa in the Chik-Chirik garden.
Looking for Africa for his mother,
For brothers and friends.
He lost sleep, forgot about food -
Looking for, but there is no Africa in the garden!
He flew around, searched early
In the distant forest behind the clearing, a clearing:
Rain and wind under every bush,
It's chilly and damp under every leaf.
So he returned with nothing Chik-Chirik,
Sad, upset, and says:
- Mom, where is our Africa with you?
- Africa? .. Here - behind the chimney! (G. Vasiliev)
So I stayed to live with you guys. And I found my Africa - I'm warming myself behind the chimney. And thank you that you do not forget about us - sparrows in winter - put food in the feeders. Without you, we would have completely disappeared in winter! So I fly around your houses and chirp: “Am I alive? Alive, alive, chirp-chirp, chirp-chirp!”
And now I'm off to get my own food. Winter has come, it's getting cold. While it is light outside, you need to have time to eat your fill, otherwise you will freeze at night. Chick-chirp! You guessed it, in a sparrow way it is called "goodbye."
And in parting, I will give you riddles - special, sparrow ones.
3.2. Guess Sparrow Riddles: Grammar Game
In this game, the child's linguistic instinct develops, the ability to accurately use adjectives in gender, number, and case develops. The kid learns to focus on the endings of adjectives in his speech, to highlight them.
- Is my comfort a home or a nest?
- Are my fluffy feathers or a tail?
- Is my favorite mom or grandpa?
- Is my little one a beak or a head?
If the kid made a mistake, ask him: “Do we say that - a cozy house. How do we talk about home? What is he? Cosy. And comfort-noe - what is it ....?
A very common mistake children make is when they say something in between that is neither masculine, nor feminine, nor neuter. For example: "cozy" or "small". Do not mimic the baby and do not repeat the mistakes after him. He needs the right pattern. Clearly pronounce the correct endings of adjectives, highlighting them with your voice and ask them to repeat the correct answer.
If the kid is often mistaken, then such a riddle game should be played with him daily until we consolidate the necessary skills. For example, on a walk or on the way to the store, make riddles, clearly highlighting the endings of the words in them: “Guess what I see? WHITE NEW - is it a window or a house?
And now let's watch a video for children about Chik-Chirik's friends - other birds that winter next to us.
3.3. Educational educational video for children about wintering birds
In this entertaining video lesson for kids in the forest school, children will learn what birds are called wintering, they will see woodpeckers (both large and small, and yellow and even green woodpeckers!), Nuthatch, Kinglet and other wintering birds in the forest.
And in conclusion of the story about migratory and wintering birds, I want to remember and watch with you another old children's fairy tale about birds - about a duck that could not fly away with everyone to warm countries and stayed to spend the winter in a snowy forest - the fairy tale "Gray Neck" D.N. Mamin-Siberian.
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Stories for children about birds.
Sparrow on the clock
Young sparrows jumped on the path in the garden.
And the old sparrow perched high on a tree branch and vigilantly looks to see if a bird of prey appears somewhere.
A robber hawk flies through the backyards. He is a fierce enemy of a small bird. The hawk flies quietly, without noise.
But the old sparrow noticed the villain and is following him.
The hawk is getting closer and closer.
The sparrow chirped loudly and anxiously, and all the sparrows at once disappeared into the bushes.
Everything was silent.
Only the sentinel sparrow sits on a branch. He does not move, he does not take his eyes off the hawk.
The hawk of an old sparrow noticed, flapped its wings, spread its claws and went down like an arrow.
And the sparrow fell like a stone into the bushes.
The hawk was left with nothing.
He looks around. Evil took the predator. His yellow eyes are on fire.
The robber started up and flew on. Again the sparrow perched on the same branch. Sitting and chirping cheerfully.
Sparrows poured out of the bushes with noise, jumping along the path.
Starlings
(Excerpt)
We were impatiently waiting for old acquaintances to fly to our garden again - starlings, these cute, cheerful, sociable birds, the first migratory guests, joyful heralds of spring.
So, we waited for the starlings. They fixed the old birdhouses, twisted from the winter winds, hung new ones.
The sparrows imagined that this courtesy was being done for them, and immediately, at the first warmth, the birdhouses occupied.
Finally, on the nineteenth, in the evening (it was still light), someone shouted: “Look - starlings!”
Indeed, they sat high on the branches of poplars and, after sparrows, seemed unusually large and too black ...
For two days, the starlings seemed to gain strength and hung everything and examined last year's familiar places. And then the eviction of sparrows began. At the same time, I did not notice especially violent clashes between starlings and sparrows. As a rule, the Skurtsy, two by two, sit high above the birdhouses and, apparently, carelessly chatting about something among themselves, while they themselves, with one eye, sideways, gaze intently down. The sparrow is terribly and difficult. No, no - stick his sharp cunning nose out of a round hole - and back. Finally, hunger, frivolity, and perhaps timidity make themselves felt. “I’m flying away,” he thinks, “for a minute and now back. Maybe I'll overreach. Maybe they won't notice." And as soon as he has time to fly off to a sazhen, like a starling with a stone down and already at home.
And now the end of the sparrow temporary economy has come. Starlings guard the nest in turn: one sits - the other flies on business. Sparrows will never think of such a trick.
And so, with chagrin, great battles begin between the sparrows, during which fluff and feathers fly into the air. And the starlings sit high on the trees, and even provoke: “Hey, you black-headed one! You won’t be able to overcome that yellow-breasted one forever and ever.” - "How? To me? Yes, I have it now! - "Well, well, well..."
And there will be a dump. However, in the spring all the animals and birds... fight much more...
Song of the Starling
The air warmed up a little, and the starlings had already perched on high branches and began their concert. I don't really know if the starling has his own motives, but you will hear enough of anything alien in his song. Here are bits of nightingale trills, and the sharp meow of the oriole, and the sweet voice of the robin, and the musical babble of the warbler, and the thin whistle of the titmouse, and among these melodies suddenly such voices are heard that, sitting alone, you cannot help yourself and laugh: a chicken will cackle on a tree , the grinder's knife will hiss, the door will creak, the children's military trumpet will turn down. And, having made this unexpected musical digression, the starling, as if nothing had happened, without a break, continues his cheerful, sweet humorous song.
lark
Sokolov-Mikitov Ivan Sergeevich
Of the many sounds of the earth: the singing of birds, the fluttering of foliage on trees, the cod of grasshoppers, the murmur of a forest stream - the most cheerful and joyful sound is the song of field and meadow larks. Even in early spring, when there is loose snow on the fields, but already in some places dark thawed patches have formed on the warming, our early spring guests arrive and begin to sing. Rising in a column into the sky, fluttering its wings, pierced through with sunlight, the lark flies higher and higher into the sky, disappears in the radiant blueness. Surprisingly beautiful, ringing song of the lark, welcoming the arrival of spring. This joyful song is similar to the breath of the awakened earth.
Many great composers tried to portray this joyful song in their musical works...
Much can be heard in the awakening spring forest. Fritillaries squeak thinly, invisible owls goog at night. In the impenetrable swamp, the cranes that have arrived in the spring lead round dances. Bees are buzzing over the yellow golden down-padded coats of the blossoming willow. And in the bushes on the river bank, the first nightingale sang loudly.
Swan
The swan, by its size, strength, beauty and majestic posture, has long and rightly been called the king of all water, or waterfowl, birds. White as snow, with shiny, transparent small eyes, with a black nose and black paws, with a long, flexible and beautiful neck, it is inexpressibly beautiful when calmly swimming between green reeds on a dark blue, smooth surface of the water.
Swan movements
All the movements of the swan are filled with charm: if he starts drinking and, scooping up water with his nose, raises his head up and stretches his neck; whether he will begin to bathe, dive and splash with his mighty wings, far scattering splashes of water rolling down from his fluffy body; will he then begin to preen, easily and freely throwing his snow-white neck back in an arc, straightening and cleaning with his nose on the back, sides and tail crumpled or soiled feathers; if he spreads the wing through the air, like a long oblique sail, and also begins to sort through each feather in it with his nose, airing it and drying it in the sun - everything is picturesque and magnificent in it.
